you gotta a problem mothaf*cker then holla all you seen was the batter no lebron when i pop in your flowers run up in your labels beat your head with them plax better watch wat you shake on them rats n*gg* i am coccaine i am exstortion we are da streets yes we are in – time to take the gloves off mask off hit em with the mossberg splashin blast first baby guts black hurts you n*gg* ain’t ready for ready wanna talk saucey turn your f*ckers head to spaghetti all you young boys i got 16 in you can kill and shoot the booth up but still can’t win n*gg* left me for dead try to kick to da curb till them c and p boys came and put in da word now it’s more maybachs more phantom chops ball til we fall til da judge let da hammer drop

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champagne dreams

cashmere nightmares n*gg* could’nttouch my flow not in light years this is it like da best of da mic years you n*gg* more p*ssy than dyk*s here yeaah and da ra pound with a chick with a fatter *ss then kanye’s girl suck if you been to harry’s in da streets is where you find me the same hood they suppose let shine be this dat block music yeah go ahead and bust a shot music back it up hustle rocks f*ck da cops music yeh u now rockin with the darkside no luv so you know a n*gg* heart cry bet i still b on top wen them cars fly even then i still let da sparks fly lotta n*gg* turn the d*ck into a slit sit down and pee n*gg* now ain’t dat b*tch